"No one can insult Mr. Zhu Lai!" Qi Lang was enraged, his eyes widened, as if he was about to grab Dong Hong's collar and punch him hard in the nose. But the super-self-control eventually worked, and he remembered that he himself had misunderstood the star as a shameless deserter, a selfish coward — an accusation that on the face of it, was justified.

"No one can insult Mr. Zhu Lai. Although he was still repeating the same words, Qi Lang had calmed down, and only with a calm attitude could he smoothly express the respect that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

Perhaps no one will ever believe that he had taken revenge in such a tragic way. Qi Lang's voice gradually calmed down, "He's dead." As much as I have always been reluctant to believe this, yes – he's dead. ”

Dong Hong still frowned, looking indifferent. Preconceptions have long been ingrained. Of course, he had heard of the famous opera troupe, and he had also heard that Zhu Lai had been active in various Western countries for more than ten years, performing songs and dances for dignitaries and celebrities from all walks of life. How majestic he was! The great star was a messenger of joy, and even if he went down to hell, his beautiful singing voice would earn him countless silver coins from the devil.

However, in stark contrast to Dong Hong, Aunt Dong actually lowered her head gloomily, sighed slightly, and said, "Is he really dead?"

Qi Lang sat back down, his voice even deeper: "I guess that's the case, otherwise we would have heard from him." He took a whole team of the Hao Song Troupe and secretly planned an assassination operation under the pretense of celebrating Billy's sister's birthday. But he failed, and the Hao Song Troupe was finished...... I think there will never be Zhu Lai's singing in this world again. ”

"What's ......" Dong Hong was stunned. He looked at her mother, the emotions in his eyes were quite mixed, there seemed to be a hint of apology, there seemed to be some sudden realization, and there seemed to be some pain...... But he forgot that his mother would never see his eyes, and that the misunderstood hero would never have the opportunity to find comfort in a similar look again, for he was dead......

Aunt Dong raised her head, looked at the sky with empty eyes, and smiled faintly: "Good......! He's such a good example. ”

"Do you know Mr. Zhu Lai?" Qi Lang twisted his face in surprise. He saw that there seemed to be a trace of tears in the corners of Aunt Dong's eyes, but it was probably because her eyes had been dry for too long, and the layer of water film did not smoothly condense into a clump, nor did it slowly slide down the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

She slowly turned her face, her light gray pupils were still dim: "Not only do I recognize him, but we all know him in Lujia Town, young and old." It is not a simple acquaintance, but a relative-like acquaintance, I dare to say that no one in the world knows him better than us, because Lujiazhen is where he was born. ”

Aunt Dong smiled softly at Qi Lang, the wrinkles on her face seemed to be stretched, as if standing in front of her was not the hairy young man she met for the first time, but the handsome descendant who had passed away, and that descendant was a friend who had known her for almost a lifetime, or a lover...... At this moment, they stood face to face, smiling, and retelling the past softly.

"He once stood naked on the railing of the bridge at the entrance of the town and played the willow flute, but he fell into the Daxin River and coughed for a whole month; he once made a bet with the whole town to make the second sister Li sleep peacefully for twelve hours with his singing, and lost 100,000 silver coins for it; he once sang a little tune to Ah Hei like crazy for three days and three nights, and he gave birth to thirteen black-haired pigs; he once made up the name of every girl in the town into the same song, and in order to rhyme, I was forced to change my own name......" Speaking of this, Aunt Dong actually laughed out loud, couldn't stop laughing, and laughed until she coughed violently.

Dong Hong hurriedly walked up and slapped Aunt Dong's back: "Mother, don't say it, we'll go back." ”

However, Aunt Dong didn't mean to stop, she still stubbornly sat there and said to Qi Lang: "It's a pity that you were born a few years late, otherwise you would have had the opportunity to see the scene when the whole town sent him away......

"It turns out that you are authentic fellows. Taking advantage of Aunt Dong's breath, Qi Lang finally had time to express his sigh, and at the same time, he noticed that Aunt Dong's demeanor seemed to be a little ambiguous, and couldn't help but ask more, "You can't be ......"

"Lover, of course!" Aunt Dong smiled and caught the second half of the sentence, but before Dong Hong expressed her dissatisfaction, she added, "The girls in our town all think that they are Zhu Lai's lover, even if Hong'er and his grandmother were so old that they only had one front tooth left, they said so." ”

Although Aunt Dong's past was told easily, Qi Lang could still hear the faint sadness from it. But what's so sad about that, he still keeps it in the memories of those lovers, so vivid, so beautiful. Qi Lang sighed faintly, and suddenly remembered a key question: "By the way, you said that you are from Lujia Town, so why did you come to this mountain, don't you know that the town has been recovered?"

"That's not called recovery, it's called falling!" Dong Hong snorted, "Can that ghost place still treat people?"

"There's nothing you can't do. Gulf had been thinking about the scenery of the big stars back then, and then finally came to his senses, interjected and said, "We just came back from that town, except for those guys who talk and always shout what Jiang Ping brothers are long-winded, I think everything else is quite normal." ”

Hearing Gulf's strange tone, Aunt Dong smiled slightly: "What we are most afraid of are those normal people......

As he was talking, a small stammering voice came from afar: "Dong ...... Aunt Dong, it's getting late, we should be hungry if we don't eat again...... Starved to death. If those two guys aren't in any big trouble, we'll keep them piggy for the time being...... Let's go in the pigsty. ”

"This bastard boy never knows what to lose. Aunt Dong scolded with a smile, and then turned back to Qi Lang and sent an invitation, "This little brother of the Qi family, the matter here is not clear in a few words, if you don't dislike it, go to the old woman's grass house and sit down, we don't have many people in the mountains, but there are a lot of hares and roe deer, please don't refuse." ”

"Of course I want to go. Before Qi Lang could answer, Gulf had already agreed first, "We have provided five carts of food, depending on what my brother means, he definitely doesn't plan to ask for it back, if I don't make some more benefits, it will be a big loss." But I have a request, can you get me a pair of knives and forks, I really don't understand the two broken wooden sticks. ”

To tell the truth, seeing Gulf's indiscriminate appearance, Qi Lang really wanted to stuff those stinky socks back in. However, on the other hand, Qi Lang also has too many questions in his heart that he wants to ask, since Aunt Dong has completely put aside her hostility, she can take this opportunity to have a good chat. "That would be a problem for you. He said to Aunt Dong with a smile.

The thatched hut of Mrs. Dong's family is located at the southernmost end of this mountain village, and it takes more than ten minutes to walk along the path made of bluestone blocks to reach the destination. In these ten minutes or so, Qi Lang found that although Aunt Dong's eyes were not very good, her feet were not hindered by this, it seems that Qingguo is right, the so-called feng shui master is indeed extremely sensitive to the inherent breath of all living beings, even the small wildflower on the side of the road She can perceive it, and slowly and leisurely bypassed, as if she was afraid of hurting a single grass and tree here.

It was just in time for dinner, the small village was filled with smoke, and the fragrance of cooked rice was everywhere, and it seemed that the robbers were not skilled enough in their business, and the fragrant rice village people must have not tasted it for a long time, but this time it was finally opened, and every family could finally fill their stomachs seriously.

Lu Si was waiting at the door of the low thatched hut, due to the limited area of the house, six people at the same time must not be able to accommodate a meal, Lu Si had already thought of a countermeasure, cleaned the flat rock in front of the door, and the dishes and chopsticks were placed as a natural table. And the little stammerer walked back and forth in the neighborhood, and in a short time he took back two full vegetable pots, and his mouth was still muttering dissatisfiedly: "Pick ...... The old man who slammed the door, you ...... Your family came to be a guest, so you gave such a little snake soup, and ...... Next time, you will have a dustpan of white noodles. ”

The neighbors heard that Dong Da Niang's house had a guest, and everyone shared some vegetables and food, and they also wanted to take the opportunity to greet Qi Lang for a while, and say thank you...... All kinds of dishes are available, and two robber brothers even made a special trip to deliver a slightly cloudy barrel of home-brewed fruit wine.

Seeing such a scene, Gulf was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth, the Liangzi he had formed before had long been forgotten, and he even began to call Lu Huan brothers, and the intimacy was like an old friend who had known each other for more than ten years.

Although Dong Hong and Lu Si seemed to be still wary of Qi Lang's group of outsiders, they didn't dare to say "no" in front of Aunt Dong, so they had to drink with a smile on their faces. In this way, the old and five young people sat together, eating and talking, and chatted until late at night, and the context of the whole thing slowly became a shape in Qi Lang's mind.